Ming Zhixi, the legitimate daughter of the Chancellor's household, had an excellent reputation. Everyone said she was well-read, a proper young lady from a distinguished family, and exceptionally polite and well-mannered.
But little did they know that outside, she was quick to cut through any mess. There was no need to keep useless people around. If you deserved to die, then you deserved to die, no matter how pitiable you were.
She had only used Xie Huaichi, the playboy young heir, once, but he latched onto her obsessively. One night, after learning she had lost a stretch of her memory, she slammed into a stone post and suddenly remembered everything.
It turned out the two of them had known each other for years. There was no fate written in the stars: Xie Huaichi had approached Ming Zhixi step by step and made their destiny happen himself.
A little scene:
"Sorry, I got here first." Xie Huaichi smiled, his eyes crinkling as he took Ming Zhixi's hand.
"Brother, don't rush!" Ming Zhixi pulled her hand free and brushed off her sleeve.
A young nobleman in front of them, holding a lantern, stared blankly. "Miss, then please accept this lantern."
"I'm..." Ming Zhixi had just started to politely refuse.
Xie Huaichi snatched it away and smashed it to the ground with a smack. "Nice feel to it, and it makes a satisfying sound when it hits the ground. I like it, thanks. Please move aside."
Without another word, Xie Huaichi grabbed Ming Zhixi's hand and ran.
Beneath the arched bridge, crowds of young women were setting river lanterns afloat, expressing their admiration for various young noblemen.
Ming Zhixi stopped abruptly. "You really destroyed it? Oh my god! It was the thought that counted! This is all your fault, Brother!"
"Don't accept things from strangers!" Xie Huaichi said solemnly. "Who knows what could be hidden inside? Gunpowder, flying needles..."
"Really, you just don't want me to accept things from other people..."
"That's right! Isn't having me enough for you?"
This is a fictional setting! Some plot points may not fit the historical period, so please go easy on me (fist salute).
Theme: Always trust someone sincerely.
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